Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what I'm sayin'?
And those who sittin' around
Waitin' on a handout nigga, keep waitin'
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
The gutta, the hood, the drugs
What's cookin'?
The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin'
The grams, the zones
The hundred for the tens
The county, the state, the fed-e ral pen
Police in them high speeds now
That's where I been
Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin' in
Old heads 'round the way say
I need to cease fire
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut
Dirty South ain't havin' thangs
Do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo' inch floaters floatin'
Through the hood
I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams
(yams)
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan
(stan)
I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this
(this)
I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist
(wrist)
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine
(mine) slangin blow
Packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine)
Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist
(specialist)
Don't make money ain't makin' our list
(what?)
Except ya girlfriend cause she insist
(she insist) i got the chewin' so long I
Left her wit' a lisp (wit' a lisp)
I make the ones hatin' feel shitty (really)
Show my ass buyin' the same cars as P diddy
What?
I been gettin' money from the
Crumbs to the purse snatchin'
I kept a mask on wit' the guns click-clackin'
Project was straight jackin' drug
Dealers to the fiends
I wasn't comin' up I had
Dreams of comin' clean
About this ghetty green
Night and day I plot and scheme
Was in the project sellin' pills sippin' lean
Nigga I'm hustlin'
Where the bullets never ceaseful
It's always gunplay
Cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew
They see me in my car, dog
This what money do
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this
I'm talkin' money talk some
Can't relate to this
Been Gettin Money Video (MV)
Performed By: Project Pat
Language: English
Written by: Broderick Thompson-smith, Carlos Walker, Cory Way, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard, Richard Simms
Project Pat - Been Gettin Money Lyrics
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Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what I'm sayin'?
And those who sittin' around
Waitin' on a handout nigga, keep waitin'
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
The gutta, the hood, the drugs
What's cookin'?
The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin'
The grams, the zones
The hundred for the tens
The county, the state, the fed-e ral pen
Police in them high speeds now
That's where I been
Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin' in
Old heads 'round the way say
I need to cease fire
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut
Dirty South ain't havin' thangs
Do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo' inch floaters floatin'
Through the hood
I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams
(yams)
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan
(stan)
I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this
(this)
I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist
(wrist)
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine
(mine) slangin blow
Packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine)
Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist
(specialist)
Don't make money ain't makin' our list
(what?)
Except ya girlfriend cause she insist
(she insist) i got the chewin' so long I
Left her wit' a lisp (wit' a lisp)
I make the ones hatin' feel shitty (really)
Show my ass buyin' the same cars as P diddy
What?
I been gettin' money from the
Crumbs to the purse snatchin'
I kept a mask on wit' the guns click-clackin'
Project was straight jackin' drug
Dealers to the fiends
I wasn't comin' up I had
Dreams of comin' clean
About this ghetty green
Night and day I plot and scheme
Was in the project sellin' pills sippin' lean
Nigga I'm hustlin'
Where the bullets never ceaseful
It's always gunplay
Cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew
They see me in my car, dog
This what money do
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this
I'm talkin' money talk some
Can't relate to this
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what I'm sayin'?
And those who sittin' around
Waitin' on a handout nigga, keep waitin'
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
The gutta, the hood, the drugs
What's cookin'?
The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin'
The grams, the zones
The hundred for the tens
The county, the state, the fed-e ral pen
Police in them high speeds now
That's where I been
Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin' in
Old heads 'round the way say
I need to cease fire
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut
Dirty South ain't havin' thangs
Do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo' inch floaters floatin'
Through the hood
I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams
(yams)
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan
(stan)
I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this
(this)
I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist
(wrist)
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine
(mine) slangin blow
Packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine)
Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist
(specialist)
Don't make money ain't makin' our list
(what?)
Except ya girlfriend cause she insist
(she insist) i got the chewin' so long I
Left her wit' a lisp (wit' a lisp)
I make the ones hatin' feel shitty (really)
Show my ass buyin' the same cars as P diddy
What?
I been gettin' money from the
Crumbs to the purse snatchin'
I kept a mask on wit' the guns click-clackin'
Project was straight jackin' drug
Dealers to the fiends
I wasn't comin' up I had
Dreams of comin' clean
About this ghetty green
Night and day I plot and scheme
Was in the project sellin' pills sippin' lean
Nigga I'm hustlin'
Where the bullets never ceaseful
It's always gunplay
Cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew
They see me in my car, dog
This what money do
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this
I'm talkin' money talk some
Can't relate to this
Writer: Broderick Thompson-smith, Carlos Walker, Cory Way, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard, Richard Simms
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management